Scene IV.

“Croak! croak!” cries a frog, squatting on the bank of a stream; and the sound attracts Tiny. At the same moment, a fish, popping his nose out of the water, exclaims, “Stop that horrid noise! I can’t get my little ones to sleep.” “Don’t bother me about your little ones,” says the frog; “and why don’t you come out of the water if you’ve anything to say? But you’ve no legs: you’ve nothing to stand upon: you are an imperfect creature.” The fish rejoins, “As for you, you only hop; and when you are in the water, why don’t you swim gracefully, like me?”